Chapter Four: The Blue Sapphire
Shahryar's first action upon returning to the palace was to seek out his vizier and order the execution of his wife and all of the slaves, who were put to death the next morning.
"Now I have my revenge," said the king. "But alas, I have no woman to lie with me at night."
"You should take another bride," said his brother. "You are king, and you may choose whomever you desire."
"That is true. I shall set forth at once into the city and cast my eyes about to see if I cannot find a beautiful young woman who will satisfy my lust."
And so the king left the palace and went in search of a new bride. He saw many attractive young women, and asked for their names so that he might call upon them. But he decided to keep searching, for he wanted to make sure that he found the most beautiful woman of all.
So it was that while passing by a den of ill repute, the king heard the exotic notes of a citar being played. He entered the seedy establishment, which was filled with the powerful odors of smoke and spice. A crowd had gathered at the far end of the shadowy room, and their eyes looked upon a central platform, where a group of scantily clad men and women were dancing and swaying in time to a pleasant melody. The men wore only narrow sashes that covered their waists, and the women had only a few tiny patches to cover the flesh of their breasts, while their bare legs slid out tantalizingly from beneath thin skirts of shimmering silk. The king eagerly joined the crowd and watched the women, trying to decide which of them would excite his lust most of all.
The music suddenly changed, and the new song was slow and seductive. The men began to rhythmically grind their crotches against the legs of the women, who traced slow circles around their breasts and across the smooth flesh of their bellies. The king watched the erotic performance with avid interest, his cock beginning to stir within his pants.
Then a beaded curtain at the back of the stage parted, and a woman emerged. She was clad in a costume of light blue silk, which matched the color of her eyes as she gazed out upon crowd. The men cheered and applauded, and the king guessed that this lady was well known to them. He watched with growing interest as this new woman began to dance, her hips swaying erotically to the rhythm of the citar. The other performers began to circle around her as she danced, and their hands began to tug at her costume, pulling it apart piece by piece. The veil beneath her eyes came away, revealing her smiling red lips to the cheering crowd. Her sleeves slid off, showing slender arms that writhed through the air like twin serpents. Finally, her shirt came apart to reveal a thin blue bra which was barely big enough to conceal the bulge of her perfect breasts. The king gazed at that thin blue cloth and noticed two small points poking out beneath the cloth, the tips of her hardened nipples.
The sultry song began to increase in pace, as the woman danced for the men. All eyes were upon her as she swayed and twirled, her lips smiling, her fingers beckoning. The other women discarded their bras, revealing their naked breasts to the delighted onlookers, who cheered and threw valuable coins upon the stage. The woman in blue continued to sway, smiling at the men as she writhed for them. Then her eyes fell upon the king, and she paused for a moment in astonishment as she recognized who he was. But the moment passed, and she regained control of herself and continued to dance - but now her eyes stayed upon the king, and she danced only for him. The king watched her in rapt fascination as her hands slowly slid over her concealed breasts and down across her belly to the wide hips that rocked from side to side. He found himself staring at her belly as she undulated, his eyes drawn to the tiny blue sapphire that sparkled at him from the recess of her navel. She noticed where he was staring, and smiled in satisfaction as the mesmerizing sapphire began to work its magic on the lusty king. Her hands in the air, she snaked her body from side to side, and the king's eyes never left her belly.
By now the dancing was beginning to disintegrate. Men from the crowd began to climb up onto the stage, their fists full of money as they offered bids for the love of the beautiful dancing women. The woman in blue beckoned her finger toward the king, and he approached her as if in a trance. The next thing he knew, she was in his arms, and he was kissing her. Her flesh was cool and moist with perspiration as his hands explored her back. There were people all around them, laughing and shouting, but he ignored them all. She was the sole object of his attention, and he followed her in mindless obedience as she took his hand and led him through the curtain and down a narrow dark corridor.
Then he was in her bedroom, and she was kissing him again. The air was thick with the smell of incense, and his thoughts were clouded and confused as she began to take off her clothes. Her luscious breasts appeared before him, and he instinctively licked her soft flesh and swirled his tongue around her dark, hard nipple. He began to suckle her, his lips latching onto her breast and sucking her swollen nipple inside his mouth. He kept slurping her tits for a long time, while his cock grew ever harder.
While he feasted on her succulent breasts, she discarded the rest of her clothes and helped him to do the same. When they were both completely naked, she pulled away from his slobbering mouth and reclined upon the bed, spreading her legs for him. The king just stared at her for a moment, watching the sparkling sapphire in her belly button. She smiled as he gawked at the bewitching gem, knowing full well what was happening to the lust-addled man. The magical sapphire had the power to entrance others, and make them do her bidding. With it, she had lured countless men here to her bed, where she completed her control over them by forcing them to surrender to her pussy. And here was the king himself, helplessly caught by the hypnotizing spell of the gem in her belly. He would soon fuck her, and by doing so he would become her willing slave. She giggled at the thought of that: King Shahryar was about to become her obedient servant!
"Come to me and fill me with your cock," she said to him, and the king eagerly complied. He climbed onto the bed and moved on top of her, his rigid cock sliding between her soft thighs. He reached down and held his cock against her fleshy slit, nudging it around in search of her opening. When he found it, he sank his dick inside her, the hard meat piercing her labia and burrowing all the way up inside her cunt. He slid his penis out and in, out and in, out and in, moaning from the delicious pleasure of screwing her. No other delight could match the sensation of his cock flesh rubbing back and forth inside the warm wet flesh of a woman's cunt; he was lost in helpless lust as he slowly pumped her pussy with his dick.
The woman began to moan as she felt the king's cock squirm up into her cunt. It always felt nice to feel the hard flesh of a man's cock poking inside her, rubbing against the inner walls of her vagina with a satisfying friction. She licked her fingers with her lips as he thrust himself inside her, and then she reached down and began to play with the flesh protecting her clit. After a few minutes of rubbing and massaging, her sensitive little pleasure bud slowly began to poke out, hard and stiff with excitement. The king was beginning to thrust his hips faster now, and his cock felt even larger inside her. She guessed that his orgasm was approaching, and she smiled at the sight of the sweaty man on top of her, helplessly shoving his penis into the moist warmth of her cunt. The king was only a man, and no man could resist the power of a woman's pussy. He would give himself to her, just as all those other men had done. He would make her his queen, and she would enjoy every pleasure that life had to offer. She moaned louder as her fingertips dabbed at her engorged clit. Just a few more pushes from that royal cock...
The bed shook as he pounded his pussy into the writhing woman beneath him. She cried out in lust as her orgasm overtook her, and he felt her vagina flood with sex cream as he continued to fuck her. His cock was so hard now, and he could feel his own orgasm boiling up inside him. He plunged his cock in and out of the beautiful young girl with a feverish intensity, anxious to unload his seed into her cunt. She moaned and convulsed as he skewered her pussy with deep, savage cock thrusts, and her hands gripped the headboard as her breasts jiggled and her body heaved from the penis pounding it was getting. His eyes fell to the blue jewel in her belly button, and he stared into its sparkling radiance as he thrust his throbbing dick deep inside her and felt his orgasm detonate. His dick pulsed semen out into her womb with powerful spurts, and at that moment, the king became a willing slave to the young woman beneath him.
She decided that it would be wise to fuck him a few more times in order to make certain that her control over him was complete. And after all, it wasn't every day that a woman was able to enjoy the cock of a king - but she knew that she would be able to have as many cocks as she liked for the rest of her life, for the king was now her puppet and would do whatever she commanded.
And so when they were done mating, and she was certain that he belonged to her, the king and his new bride returned to the palace. His brother looked upon her and applauded the king's choice, for he thought that the woman was very beautiful. A celebration was announced, and there was a great feast at the palace. The dancers from the house of ill repute were invited, and there was much revelry and indulgence.
At one point during the celebration, the king's wife whispered to Zaman: "Come away with me, for there is something I want to show you." Zaman was curious and followed the beautiful woman to her bedchamber, where she parted her dress and revealed her naked belly to him. The king's brother started to object, but then he noticed the blue sapphire in her navel. He stared at the hypnotizing gem as she began to dance before him, swaying in time to an unheard erotic melody. Zaman stared at her belly as she twisted and writhed, and his cock began to grow very hard. Little by little, the woman began to remove her clothing as she danced for him, until she was completely naked. And still she danced, entrancing the king's brother with lust and urging him to remove his own clothes. Before long, she was lying on the bed, and he was lying on top of her, eagerly kissing her mouth and sucking her nipples into his mouth.
And then his cock was inside her, and he fucked her with the eager lust of an animal in heat. She laughed as his dick plunged deep inside her, knowing that he was about to become her slave, just as the king was. Once she got a man's cock inside her, there was no turning back. He would fuck her and fuck her until he came, and then she would own him. She moaned softly and put her arms around the king's brother as he plowed her with his cock, unaware that he was about to sacrifice his own freedom of mind in exchange for the pleasure of her pussy.
At that moment, the king came in search of his new bride, and he found her lying naked upon the bed, her arms spread wide, her beautiful body heaving as his own brother shoved his cock in and out of her pussy. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the bedchamber, a steady wet rhythm of flesh sliding inside flesh. His new wife moaned lustfully as Zaman eagerly screwed her, unware that his own brother was standing nearby. The king's eyes became clouded with rage, and the sapphire's hold over him was broken. Drawing his sword, he angrily rushed forth and slew the lusty young woman.
His younger brother suddenly looked up at him in astonishment. "My king, I beg your forgiveness. My will was not my own, and I knew not what I was doing. I implore you to spare my life."
The king sheathed his sword. "I forgive you, my brother. This woman had the power to bewitch men, and we would both have become her creatures if I had not found you here."
"It was fortunate, then, that I came to make love to her," said Zaman. "This is another example of the power of women to deceive."
"Yes, you are right," said the king. "However, my cock must still find pleasure in the womb of a woman. Therefore, I shall find a new bride tomorrow. And tomorrow night, I shall enjoy her love. But then in the morning, she shall be executed. That is the best way to ensure that no woman will ever betray me again."
"This is a wise plan," said Zaman, "and it should work very well. But with your permission, I would like to return to my own kingdom, for I have been away from it for a long time now, and I am also anxious to find a woman for myself."
Thus Zaman prepared to depart, and Shahryar took a new bride the next day. She was a beautiful young girl, and the king took great pleasure in her body. He pumped her pussy many times that night, but when the next morning came, she was carried away to be slain.
This continued for three weeks, and the king was very pleased, for he was able to satisfy his lust while knowing that his new wife would never live to betray him. He regretted sending the women to their deaths, for they had given him great pleasure. But he could not bear to be betrayed again, and the executions continued.
The people were not pleased by the king's actions, however, and they began to hate him. There was talk of an uprising, and the kingdom was in danger of falling apart - which would most certainly have come to pass, were it not for the bravery and wisdom of one very special woman...